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Wednesday, June 7, 2023

De Profunctus: 16 Isosyllabics Arrayed in Various Meters

To be or 
not to be
Red Ryder, 
Lash LaRue,
Hopalong 
Cassidy,
Tom Mix or 
you-know-who...?

If we two 
 are such stuff
 as daydreams 
 are made on,
 ought we not 
 check dandruff
 and basements 
 for radon...?

 It was The 
 Fest of Rhymes,
 writ 'cuz the 
 Hearsts loved slimes.*
 It was the 
 zest of limes -- 
 bits unre-
 hears'd, oft times.
    *Despite the content of this
      line in certain late mss, there 
      is no evidence that Mr. William 
      Randolph Hearst or anyone in 
      his family involved himself in  
      romantic liaisons with mimes.
      His practice of yellow journalism
      and his publishing of sensationalist
      items lacking truth is, however, 
      widely attested.   

 Drumpf well knew, 
 after all, 
 he'd expel, 
 if he sent
 devotees 
 up the mall,
 foul MAGA-
 niffy* scent.
     * Niffy is a British 
        informal adjective
        meaning ill-smelling, 
        malodorous and stinky.

When you wish 
upon a 
starving Ar-
menian, 
'tis hoped you're 
not gonna
wake up a 
Fenian. 

Aliens 
leaving a
multiple 
star system
might be seen 
grieving, a-
ware that you've 
just miss'd 'em.

I'm all through 
rereading
"The Moon in 
the Millpond,"
nor do I 
mind ceding
of Remus* 
I'm still fond.
     *That's Joel Chandler 
       Harris's fictional uncle.

What kills the 
Donaldsaur...?
Don't tell...? Like 
hell: just ask!
A Chinese 
virus -- or
my past-its-
sell-date mask.

Oh, to be 
in Skokie
now that Ni-
san is there!
(Much less o-
key-dokey
you'd find Ville-
franche-sur-Mer.)

Some surnames 
are so styled
with ages 
to concur.
Witness Ju-
lia Child.
Need more...? Vic-
tor Mature.

It takes much 
more than clams
raked up from 
ocean deeps
to feed His 
freakin' lambs 
as well as 
all His sheeps.

"O, Blesséd 
be all those 
who ride a 
cock-eyed horse
with hand bells 
on their toes."
(A quote of 
unknown source.)

'Toy boats' can-
not be said
ten times: 'twill 
twist the tongue.
'Boy totes,' though, 
can be read,
and 'bow ties' 
can be sung.

Imagin-
ary friend...?
mitzva
heaven knows.
'Twill help you 
to upend 
imagin-
ary foes.

Some say in 
outer space
there's none to 
hear my scream.
That's not the 
only place:
'tis ditto 
in my dream.

 If one should 
 take the cash 
 and let the 
 credit go, 
 should not one 
 dump the stash, 
 lest it be-
 come de trop...

Christmas Day: A Mare Egg...

     "A Mare Egg, Her Wrist, "Miss Two 'U'"